Soul Searching
Soul searching
Living in my sorrows, we’re not all perfect.
Niggas in secret competition, they steady lurking.
There’s nothing to see here....
Behind the scenes I’m still working.
Am I worth it?
I’m writing to the bone to release on the surface.
Why do we surf the web just to end up hurting?
The social dilemma.
Shawty turned to a heffa.
She ate up my heart and left me lonely to December.
The last time I was cuffed? I can’t even remember.
Sort of depressing but I know I don’t miss her.
She ripped my heart to pieces now I can’t control my liquor.
Do I miss her?
No, I did some soul searching.
And you should try it too.

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